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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Charlie wandered over to the kitchen, pleased to hear that Hyperion was clearly getting on with Echo. Not that Echo had ever seemed especially standoffish or picky about being friends with strangers, but he was still a cat. "He has good taste," he confirmed.

"You want coffee, or tea?" he asked. He'd been well-trained by his mother. Always give guests a choice. He would have offered alcohol too, but given the hour and the fact he was working later that wasn't a good plan. "And how'd you take it?" Whichever option would require hot water and he flicked his wand to fill the kettle and set it to boil on the stove.

He opened the cupboard and put the cat food away, rather thankful that Echo was currently distracted by a visitor as he often took the arrival of food as an opportunity to try and con more food out of Charlie.

He leaned back against the counter as he waited for the kettle to boil. "Right, stories. I promised three right? Let's start with most actual body hair because it's the funniest," he said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them in anticipation. "So you know we have LGBTQ night now? Mostly it looks like any other night apart from the couples tend to be a bit more same-sex, right? Well, that isn't always the case. I've been to a couple of Muggle gay clubs before so I wasn't too shocked, but a few of the other purebloods got a bit of a shock at the few folks dressed in a more extreme manner," he said carefully, trying to assess Hyperion's familiarity with the scene.